What’s more, the truth is that it does reflect, in the unrefined vernacular, my sees about this country.
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What is England’s issue then? Or, on the other hand maybe more accurately: what is the English people’s problem? This is a confused question, yet one notable viewpoint appears to me to be our need of social identity.
Ask a Frenchman what makes him French what’s more, he will detonate in a volume of discourse what’s more, much waving of hands. Inquire the same question of an Englishman what’s more, he will move toward becoming humiliated what’s more, “um” what’s more, “err” like Hugh Grant.
Why is this? I accept it is just since we are the most fruitful country there has ever been.
It was, I think, Cecil Rhodes who said: “To be conceived an Englishman is to win to begin with prize in the lottery of life.” Yet it is, paradoxically, from that overpowering victory that our current issues stem.
While the Scottish dance around in kilts what’s more, the Germans, God offer assistance us, compel themselves into overtight lederhosen, we English are apparently deprived of a national dress.
Except, of course, that essentially is not true. What has happened is that our national dress – the exemplary English suit (developed from the pragmatic nation gentleman’s chasing coat of the 18th century), the tweed jacket, the blue overcoat with overlaid catches – has been received by the entirety world as the keen thing to wear.
The world ought to be everlastingly grateful, incidentally, that it wasn’t the Germans who ruled the globe amid the 19th century, as we would all be meandering around in cowhide shorts in the event that they had.
Imagine Charles Clarke, the Home Secretary, dressed up like a Bavarian at a brew festival. No, on second thoughts, I’d Or maybe not.
But it is not as it were our national dress that the world has adopted. They have too taken our dialect which, a few time in the late 19th century as our Realm expanded, supplanted French as the lingua franca of instructed what’s more, business people.
And at that point there are our group games: football, rugby what’s more, cricket, all English in origin, have prevailed the planet, as have the person sports we developed such as boxing, snooker, squash what’s more, garden tennis.
So English culture is all around triumphant what’s more, has become, to all plans what’s more, purposes world culture. What’s more, in that lies a problem.
Because our culture what’s more, traditions have been received by everybody else we, the English, are cleared out without a discrete social identity.
Think about it for a moment. The entirety created world – what’s more, very a bit of the undeveloped part – chimps our conventional dress, tries, with shifting success, to talk our language, peruses our literature, what’s more, plays, frequently better than we do, our national games. No ponder we, as a race, have move toward becoming confused.
A need of social identity, though, is not the entirety reason for our decrease as a race. Our overpowering victory has come about in another problem, which on the confront of it may appear to be an asset. We don’t have a chip on our shoulder, or, then again an inadequacy complex.
It is this “chip” or, on the other hand sense of grievance which gives patriots all over their raison d’etre. Where would the Scots be without their consistent crying about the Good country Clearances (when thousands of workers were constrained from their homes by landowners amid the 18th century)?
Why can’t the French survive without incontinent enthusiastic reference to La France what’s more, the Gloire de France, celebrated every year with much ceremony by the French Armed force strutting its stuff down the Champs Elysee on Bastille Day?
Because, while they may have had the odd military victory against second division countries, at whatever point they have played in the chief group against Britain they have, for the best part of a thousand years, been soundly thrashed.
It must, what’s more, does, irritate essentially each other nation that some place in their history there is an scene at the point when the English have beaten them up.
Indeed, you could contend that English history is as well long. We have been a country for well over a thousand years, which thinks about to Italy, which has as it were been around since 1861, what’s more, a joined together Germany which is indeed younger.
Spain, it is true, has been a single element since 1492 what’s more, despite the fact that actually France has a long pedigree, it has to be said that for much of the medieval period the dominant part of what we presently call France was represented Or maybe well by who else yet the English.
Succumbed to failure
The inconvenience with us English is that we have surrendered to the old axiom that “success breeds failure”. It is not that we are pompous what’s more, complacent, which are regularly the by-products of success. In truth, in the English, pomposity appears to be refreshingly absent.
Instead, in our case, victory shows up to have reproduced shyness what’s more, disgrace about our origins, a wish to apologise, a want to please, what’s more, a longing to be cherished by other countries what’s more, races.
Unfortunately, this yearning to be cherished has gone lonely because, as I have said, essentially each other nation what’s more, race has a amazing chip on its bear – what’s more, that chip is as a rule about the authentic victory of the English.
Which implies that the aggregate wish of most remote nations is to embarrass us what’s more, make us grovel.
Perhaps the single factor which makes me most discouraged about the future of Britain what’s more, the English is the fainthearted way we permit MPs who are not chosen by us to vote on matters which exclusively influence England.
I refer, of course, to the massed positions of Celtic MPs who sit at Westminster what’s more, appreciate powers over the English which we, who have surrendered such powers to the Scottish Parliament what’s more, Welsh Assembly, no longer have over them. How can any race of individuals wretchedly submit themselves to such a state of affairs, what’s more, still hold their heads high?
Only a race, I would suggest, which has lost all its selfconfidence what’s more, no longer accepts that it has a future.